"Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years
old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London,
where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull
while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most
melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody
madness, laughing wild. There was the world besides, looming
darker and larger. By Jove! When I think of it I want to leap and shout!”
“It would astonish that man with the barrow. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant
at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!"
And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the
harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. Before Michelle could go on, Lucy interjected,
\"You must have quite a course-load with all those
heavy books.
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